Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 384 I also have grenadiers in the Qing Dynasty!
Under the watchful eyes of Fuquan and others, the Cossack light cavalry pierced the chest of the Junggar cavalry who was about to be defeated like a sharp knife.

Originally beaten by the Li Ergou Lancer Battalion, their morale was low, and they were suddenly attacked by the Cossack light cavalry. Some panicked Junggar soldiers began to flee around.

Seeing the Cossacks charging forward carrying the Mongolian Eight Banners flag, Galdan was stunned. He couldn't help thinking: Junggar was backstabbed by Raksha people?
"Ben Khan knew that Raksha people are unreliable!" Galdan scolded angrily, he didn't know the situation, and really felt that he was betrayed by Raksha.

"Quick! Defense, defense!"

The Junggar cavalry officers desperately wanted to maintain the stability of the entire army, but the opponents were too fierce, and not many people were willing to listen to them.

Several officers who tried to organize the defense on the spot were even killed by Junggar soldiers who tried to escape.

In just a few minutes, nearly [-] Junggar cavalry died. Most of the deaths were not caused by the Cossack light cavalry, but the problems caused by the trampling of the Junggars.

After repeated charges, the [-] cavalry team was forcibly divided into two sections by the Qing cavalry and cavalry.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Galdan also knew that he could no longer hesitate, so he wanted to send more than [-] new cavalry troops to the battlefield.

If you don't send reinforcements, you can only watch the [-] cavalry rout.

After a brief contact, Galdan, who was very confident in the cavalry, was also confused about the next changes in the battlefield situation.

Fortunately, according to his observation, the cavalry in the Qing Dynasty is not too many, so he still has a chance.

Wu Xianyong checked the firecracker and the grenade on his body again. This poor man from the mountainous area of ​​Pingyang Prefecture, Shanxi Province has now become an outstanding middle-level officer, serving as the leader of the fifth-rank infantry battalion of the Great Qing Army.

"Grenadiers, go forward!"

He is now a leader, with more than a thousand grenadiers under his command. He is no longer the timid person he was when he first entered the barracks. Having experienced the Northern Expedition to Siberia, this young man has grown rapidly.

With his military exploits, he was promoted to the leader of the infantry battalion, and he directly crossed the boundary of the sixth rank and became a fifth rank general.

A lieutenant of the eighth or ninth rank, a school of the sixth or seventh rank, and only the fifth rank is a general, which can be regarded as an official middle-level military officer.

It's all done with one shot at a time.

Wu Xianyong likes being a grenadier very much, and he is fascinated by the feeling of licking blood with the tip of a knife.

In addition, he doesn't like musketeers, because for some unknown reason, the Dutch fine matchlock guns have a high bombing rate and cannot withstand it.

Shouting to kill Zhentian on the battlefield, but Wu Xianyong was already very calm. He rode a horse and directed the formalities soldiers to advance together with the other leaders.

He gave orders from time to time, very mighty.

The Lancers tore through the enemy line, and the Cossack light cavalry followed, making the Junggars even more confused. Now it was the turn of the infantry to enter the battlefield.

Although facing nearly [-] cavalry, the infantry of the Qing army showed no fear at all. Hollow phalanxes were formed on the battlefield, and the musketeers stood facing outward and lined up to shoot.

Each phalanx was also assigned artillery, and the sound of artillery from time to time filled the entire battlefield with gunpowder smoke.

The Lancer battalion repeatedly charged, and then turned around and rushed again, just like a farmer's uncle plowing the field, stabbing the Junggar cavalry so painfully that they cried out: It hurts too much.

The Cossack light cavalry came and went like the wind, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, constantly scattered and killed the Junggar cavalry.

The infantry of the Qing Dynasty formed a hollow formation, moving forward slowly while firing.

The Junggar army has an advantage in numbers, but under the coordination of mounted guns and sharp firearms at this step, it failed to exert its numerical advantage, and instead rammed around like headless chickens.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Galdan had to send another [-] new troops into battle.

If it doesn't work, you have to retreat.

Galdan in the distance did not expect that just when his side was about to retreat, a group of infantry from the Qing army rushed out quickly.

Looking at those soldiers who didn't have much armor on them, and didn't have big knives, spears and firecrackers, Galdan was a little dumbfounded. He didn't know what the other party was going to do. Why did they run out with bare hands? Aren't they afraid of death?
They are Wu Xianyong's Qing Grenadier Unit.

The persimmons were softly squeezed, and the Junggar cavalry quickly covered these troops that seemed to be cannon fodder.

Wu Xianyong rode a horse in the formation, calmly issuing orders one by one. He was in the middle of the battlefield. Although he could only see a nearby area, he could clearly feel that the Junggar people were really vulnerable to the Great Qing Army. .

Thinking back to when their new army was training, Qing army generals who had escaped from the Hunan and Sichuan battlefields specially described the tactics of the Ming army to them, which made them terrified.

When he thought about facing Ming Yao in the future, he was at a loss.

He can accept corpses shrouded in horse leather, but he can't accept a war where people don't know how to die.

But facing the Junggars this time is simply playing tricks.

The Junggar cavalry was galloping at high speed, and the scimitars held high reflected the sunlight, which made the grenadiers feel a little parched.

When the Junggar cavalry entered the range of the artillery, the artillery that had just stopped for a moment started firing again.

Cavalry continued to be killed, but more cavalry broke through the area covered by artillery fire and went straight to the army that looked like cannon fodder.

"Throwing freely." Seeing that the opponent was approaching, Wu Xianyong called out the order at the right time.

A row of grenades was thrown into the middle of the Junggar cavalry in a dense manner. The violent explosion kicked up the dust on the ground, causing the entire charge team to be confused.

"Don't stop, keep throwing." Wu Xianyong shouted, and he himself lit the fuze and threw the grenade.

The Grenadiers of the Qing Dynasty were divided into three rows, constantly exchanging and throwing grenades with acceptable power.

In the smoke of black powder, the Junggar cavalry was already in a mess and could not continue to charge at all.

Each person had three grenade bags, with a total of [-] grenades. After throwing them like this, they were exhausted in just half a minute.

Wu Xianyong, who was enjoying his shot, reached out to touch it, but found that the grenade bag on his waist was empty, and the same happened when he touched the other two. He immediately shouted: "Everyone, retreat."

The grenadiers quickly retreated and ran towards the infantry phalanx. Without the suppression of the grenades, the remaining [-] Junggar cavalry finally recovered, and began to speed up their horses and charged forward, hoping to catch up with the opponent to report the arrow just now. revenge.

However, they fell into the firing range of the Qing Musketeers, and after a few salvos, they lost their combat effectiveness.

There was a one-sided situation on the battlefield. The Junggars didn't even have the courage to rush into the Qing's phalanx. They only dared to roar past the side, shooting a few arrows or throwing a few spears and hatchets, but they often just approached. He was shot to the ground by a volley of guns.

"Long live my emperor!"

Wu Xianyong looked at the results of the Grenadier and couldn't help raising his arms and shouting.

"Long live my emperor!"

Cheers continued to ring out on the battlefield, the victory has been decided!

(End of this chapter)